Novel & Cerita So God Made A Mother

God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise. I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those p**n sites. Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

"Be that as it may, son, the bible tells us in Deuteronomy 27:20 that 'cursed is anyone who has sexual intercourse with his father's wife.' Son, I, uh, don't want you to be cursed." Mom bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes when I slipped a finger into her soaked snatch. She yelped when I grabbed a handful of her tan globes. "What does the bible tell us about a fuckin' rockin' rack? You saw 'em. You haven't been able to take your eyes off of 'em! Aren't they incredible?" "Yes, they're magnificent." His words caught all three by surprise. "I, uh, mean, um, they were molded by God's hands. So, yes, of course, they're perfect in His eyes."

Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said. My distraction gave me a cut in my hand. Mom grabbed some paper to patch me up. “W-Who’s the father?” I stared at Mom, my voice trembling. Mom’s grip on me stiffened. She said embarrassedly, “Bryan.” Emotions overwhelmed me. I pushed Mom away. Here I thought they were fooling around. The last thing I expected was a pregnancy. That explained Mom’s reaction when she saw me and Bryan in the room. She had fallen in love with Bryan as well.

“However, who is the person that cursed me? You said you knew who did it. I assume it was one of the gods.” “Who was it?” I couldn't promise what I would do to that god but if I ever had the chance to meet it, I would make sure I am remembered. “Do you know the story of your mother?” Silver kept on tying the end edges of the thread. “Your mother was born from an abominable relationship between a goddess and a common beta. As you would expect, she was hated and vilified by all as a curse and abomination.” “It seems your family has a thing for cursing children. Your mother was cursed, so where are you?”

A soft sob caught in my throat as I tried to shove the emotions away, trying to squash the hope that had built through the night after my conversation with Lacey. My mother backed up. She rested her hands on each side of my face, looking into my eyes. “I know it seems impossible right now, darling, but the goddess doesn’t make mistakes. And clearly, this was two goddesses working together. How could they both be wrong?” my mother said. Her voice shook slightly. She knew the trouble this would bring as well as any of us, but she was still telling me to go for it anyway. “Mom, you know as well as I do, it doesn’t matter if they are right or wrong.”

It won't take us anywhere-. — Our ancient legends say that she was the first woman in this world — Arina says. —She fell from the sky and created everything that exists. — Don't you have other gods? — No. There is only her. The Primal Mother. — It's not like that in Agreis — Azerai insists. — They have gods for everything. Even gods who were once mortal. No Mother Goddess is mentioned among them. — We are not like men from the continent — my Sister sounds harsh.

’ Rum asked. And Ellis frowned with displeasure. ‘Are you questioning my knowledge of the art of the Goddess? Nowhere in any of the scrolls said that werewolves are made—except for the very first one—the one created by the deity herself.’ The older Alpha locked gaze with mine. ‘We’re all born to one.’ The silvery swirls raging in his eyes were telling me that he was dead serious about this, and I should take it so too. ‘Rose, I’ve asked you about your mother. But perhaps, your father—.’

“Then who created me?” Silence. Her mother finally whispered: “You did.” Elena frowned. “That makes no sense.” “You created yourself.” Adrian stepped closer. “How?” Her mother looked at him. “Through the fourth life.” Elena’s head began spinning. “I don’t understand.” “You were the original consciousness.” Her mother pointed toward the doorway. “You existed before the Source.” “You were the first being capable of creating life.” “And when you realized your own power was destroying everything around you…” She paused.

And what better way than to reciprocate his mother's love in the form of true love - the creation of a child. "How can you...ughhhh, God... How can you so aggressively hump the same tunnel you came out of, my love. The place from which I created you."